Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Varshini Krishnan

What the hell is wrong with you?
she screamed.
I looked up.
A young woman in her twenties

By Aanya Gulati 

I’ve developed some irrational fears lately. An admirer of words, philosophy, literature—Simply, cannot.

By Farmaan Khan 

I was reading a poem,
Likely one of my own,
when I saw a moving ball of fur,

By Anshita Pradhan 

Sitting in the room of four unfamiliar walls, it reminded me of the walls that called me their own, 

By Diksha Srivastava 

Restless heart ,Plunges deep ,Within its own, to silently weep. It anchors itself on the edge of the eye and glides down, bidding goodbye. 

By Somenath Mukhopadhyay

One, two, three and four ...
I count them more and more.
Leaves are falling by;

By Siddhant Arora 

Bare feet, walking upon the grave, wind — silent killer, counting last blows of air.

By Sneha Sengupta 

Some mornings are more unusual than others. On some, I don’t rush to the kitchen to brew my coffee.
Sometimes, I just look out the window
the white curtains swirling,

By Rejaul Karim

Wake up, brush yourself for the day
immerse in the morning ritual

By Deep shikha Singh

A phoenix rises from cold ashes.
A path of iteration,
Just for fiery blazes
That's the tale of re-carnation.

By Asha Radhakrishnan

Our life is built on the various choices
We make
Our happiness and freedom  put mostly

By Kelwin Gamit

I’m in your city 
And I met you 
And I don’t know 
What I’m gonna do 

By Megha Patil 

With a heavy heart, he entered, the room he dreaded the most, a giant parasite crawling his insides, he felt like a helpless host. 

By Disha Chandra Mani

Yours were the eyes that taught me to see,
And appreciate the beauty that surrounds me
Yours is the skin that I now wear,

By Gojendra Prasad Borah

সময়ত আহিব সময়ত যাব,
সময় অনুবতে ঘটনা ঘটিব।
সময়ৰ সোঁৱৰণি সময়ত পাহৰণি,
অঘটন দাবাগ্নি পৰিশেষ মুখাগ্নি।

By Urbija Goswami 

Bathed in the sweet afternoon light, sways the buttercups in autumnal delight, and there the river cascades down, while the green lane descends to town.

By Neelima Talwar

I am living,
like another being in a new place.
You dream of another life,
with me dragged into it.

By Mahika Durante

I woke up one morning
And looked outside.
When I saw what was there,
I had to rub my eyes!

By Manya Singh

It never happened in one day 
it took my whole girlhood to understand 
when I realised and felt for you—

By Prasan Shirdhonkar

कई दफ़ा उसे देखा मैंने,
ख़ुद का क़त्ल करते हुए,
बनाए रखी उसने मुस्कुराहट चेहरे पर,
दूसरों को ज़िंदा करते हुए।

By Rachna Gupta

I saw a bubble
Floating around
A transparent rainbow
and Oh! So round..
hither and tither
It rose and fell

By Tanvi Tiwari

A never-ending journey begins with a dream
Which can never be banished
The rhythm of such tendencies mixed along the melodies

By Neha Kataria

O' mother, why am I not welcome?
O' mother, why people are worried?
O' mother, why you pray for a boy in temple?

By Mohit kothiyal

Detached from the warmth of mother
A duckling looks for warmth in intoxicants at The Bar.

By Kuhu Singh
अब भी समय है, डालो अपनी बुद्धि पर ज़ोर, मत समझो किसी भी स्त्री को अबला और कमज़ोर

By Rhea Shergill

On an eerie night one day,
Stood a vampire looking for his next slay.
Quiet and still as the night,

By Rajani Raut
Hand in hand through the stairs, drifting away the deepest sorrow and profound love, to sleep in peace forever

By Suyash Gaikwad

जल गया है लाक्षागृह,
समाप्त हआ वनवास,
लौटे है पांडव इंद्रप्रस्थ लेने,

By Dr. Rosie Patangia
A real friend is like a diamond — full of love and excitement
She is my friend in my weal and woe, as pretty as a rainbow

By Krishna Nanda Payyakkil

Do you know the field of flowers yellow
Spread out under an ocean sky?
Petals brushing against my fingertips